Silver Giant Novels & Stories

“And these men?” “They represent imbalance. Tainted magic that was never meant to exist in the world. They are a blight that shifts the natural order.” “How am I supposed to know that? And how can I sleep at night after killing them?” Morrigan held out her silver dagger, “Silver, child. It is one of the earths gifts. Your Makya’s people call it the moon metal. This is an apt enough name. its very presence repels illness, purifies water, and can aid in many medical treatments. It is powerful magic in its own right, which is why it has been sought after by mankind since the dawn of time. Pull out your pendant.”

yet it had been a moment in my life I'd chosen a path to save a life instead. However, the fact that rogues had two of these in their possession was crazy in itself. The silver that was used to easily poison, restrain and kill our kind was no ordinary thing and was referred to as silver 'kissed by moonlight'. Its properties included being able to stop the inflicted from being able to use their abilities; whether that be silver handcuffs to stop shifting and strength, or a knife to stop healing. The way the ore was handled before being crafted was a closely guarded secret and I'd heard was also very difficult to execute; knowledge reserved strictly to Elders and a select few only.

Albert smiled and answered, “Didn’t we agree on $1,000,000,000?” Ferid scoffed and dusted off the cigarette before he coldly answered, “Do you want to buy the Silver family’s ancestral gold mine for just $1,000,000,000? Isn’t that too less? You should know that the Silver family can already earn at least $1,000,000,000 when the Silver family just exploits the mountain a little. If you buy it and crazily exploit it, you can earn back your cost in a year. Won’t that earn you a lot of money?” Albert’s expression changed, and he asked, “Ferid, how much do you want?”

“I guess I will have to cover that part for you. Listen up cause I’m only going to go over this once. Silver dragons are silver in color however, when the light shines on them they tend to shimmer a pastel rainbow color which makes them look exceptionally beautiful. They can control all the elements and they are the only dragons that are able to transform into humans and have the ability to teleport. This is due to the original silver dragon’s mother being human. Silver dragons are also only able to give birth in human form and they have live births rather than laying eggs like the rest of the dragons. During this time, a female dragon is most vulnerable because she cannot transform for six

One raised its head to the dawn and howled, the sound tearing through Kaelen’s bones. Werewolves. The pack fanned out, circling. There were at least six, maybe more in the shadows. Kaelen gripped the useless remains of his poker before realizing it had melted to slag. He had no weapon. Only the fire inside him, and that was as likely to kill Elira as their hunters. The largest of the wolves padded forward, towering over the others. Its silver eyes locked on Kaelen. “The blood stirs,” it growled, its voice a gravelly rumble that no beast should possess. “He belongs to the Moon.”

Fallon sounded as if he were chewing gravel. “Prismatic silver is not an easy currency to convert, let alone explain,” she said tersely.

This pack is old, but it defintly isn't weak and to be messed with. "He's mated." The words slipped past my lips without me thinking. "Oh, I'm sorry why didn't you tell me before?" Scarlet asked looking up from her book. "I didn't know, I just read the description. Those in his pack with alpha blood eyes fleck with gold when they meet their mate." I could hear the sadness in my own voice as I tried so hard to fight back the sudden pain in my chest. "His eyes are flecked with gold? I never noticed." I smirked at Scarlet as I looked at her, her head tilting like a confused wolf. "I didn't notice at first either but when he took me off the school grounds I noticed, it looked amazing against his

The weight of the ocean should have crushed us instantly. The sheer physics of the Atlantic at that depth was a death sentence for any biological creature. But as the wall of water hit the surface of the silver wells, something impossible happened. The liquid silver didn't mix with the salt water; instead, it exploded outward in a violent, protective sphere of white and violet energy.

The car was already waiting in the driveway. Sleek, dark, and quiet—its engine a low purr, like a predator at rest. Elara had never ridden in anything like it. Her father called it a courtesy—“the least the Valtoris could do.” She suspected it was more of a message: We’re watching now. She belongs to us.

⛏️ Chapter Twelve: The Descent into the Silver Veins ​The air in the disused mine shaft hit us like a physical weight—damp, metallic, and cold. The familiar scent of earth and granite was overlaid with a strange, subtle hum that made the hairs on my arms rise. This was the source of the Silver Wolf Pack’s ancient magic—the ground itself was rich in trace lunar metal, a faint echo of the Shard's power. It was protection, but it was also a homing beacon.